blindsided

“I am the reason they look over
their shoulders. I am the reason
they don’t sleep at night. I am the
sword of Damocles, hanging over
their head from the lightest of threads.
I am the cause of the Gordian Knot in
the pit of their stomach. I am the thing
under their bed, the monster in the
closet, that which goes bump in the night.
I am Fear incarnate.
I am the reason they call in sick,
but show up anyway. I am the cause
of tapping fingers,
darting eyes,
nervous laughter,
bouncing knees.
But you’d never guess it if you saw me,
which you never will.
And that’s the point.”

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